Thirty years in television production. Living in a midwestern city in the productive custody of his wife and four children (Baby Girl, Marine, Future Tony Winner & Xerox).
Unrelenting, unrepentant conservative. Needs a better temperament that equals his photoshop skills.
Will probably die broke but believes more in freedom than the welfare state.

The following question was raised by Marketing/Research guru Josh Jordan on Twitter recently: “What person (celebrity, politician, writer, etc) from pre-Twitter days would’ve been an insanely great follow had they been able to tweet?”

The one name that kept popping up was Dorothy Parker (1893-1967), the acid-tongued lady of the Algonquin Round Table fame. Parker, whose most famous quip was probably “What fresh hell is this?” was once asked to use the word “horticulture” in a sentence and she replied, “You can lead a ‘horticulture’ but you can’t make her think.”

Of one woman whose sexual appetite was legendary she said, “That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can’t say ‘No’ in any of them.” If that isn’t worthy of modern Twitter I don’t know what is.

Parker’s biggest shortcoming was her politics. She embraced Communism in the 1930s and eventually found herself on the Hollywood studios blacklist. Hollywood has been in love with her ever since.

Other names that I came up with were her Vicious Circle compatriots, Robert Benchley (whose grandson Peter would go on to write Jaws), playwright Charles MacArthur (The Front Page), and Franklin P. Adams (The Conning Tower). I also included radio satirist Fred Allen, sports columnist John Kieran and pianist Oscar Levant.*

Levant will be in the news sometime in the next couple of years when Doris Day, now age 96, passes away. It was he who infamously said, “I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.”

I thought maybe Bob Hope would be good at it, and most definitely all of Bob Hope’s writers. (I mean, Tweets are nothing more than really, really small cue cards, right?)

Who would you throw on to the list?

*Levant, Adams and Kieran would form the cornerstone of the classic radio quiz show Information Please for over a decade. Episodes can be found here.

EJHill: Parker’s biggest shortcoming was her politics. She embraced Communism in the 1930s and eventually found herself on the Hollywood studios blacklist. Hollywood has been in love with her ever since.

I’m one of the few people who know and love Fred Allen. Satire doesn’t wear well throughout the years because the people and the circumstances around the jokes are fleeting. You have to be a historian to appreciate his work.

He wrote all of his radio shows himself, cranking out 26 episodes a year and almost died doing it because he suffered from hypertension. He is best remembered for his “feud” with Jack Benny, but he should be remembered for his feud with the network vice-presidents. Back then sponsors purchased the time and the ad agencies delivered the programs. If you went over your allotted 29:30 they simply cut you off and went to the next program. Fred’s one big deficiency was being unable to gauge how much laughter his jokes would get and would constantly be cut off.

And then he’d roast the network the following week. “NBC has a vice-president in charge of snipping off the ends of programs,” Allen quipped. “When he’s saved up two weeks worth of time they let him take a vacation.” Only America didn’t hear that because the network faded the feed and sent out 35 seconds of dead air. A couple of days later both Bob Hope and Red Skelton added VP jokes to their monologues and they, too, were cut off. For four days this continued on other programs until the network finally threw up its hands in surrender.

He wrote two books that are invaluable snapshots of early 20th Century American entertainment and both are available for free download because they have slipped into the public domain. The first, MuchAdoAboutMe, chronicles his days in vaudeville and his experiences in broadcasting are covered in Treadmill to Oblivion.

I’m one of the few people who know and love Fred Allen. Satire doesn’t wear well throughout the years because the people and the circumstances around the jokes are fleeting. You have to be a historian to appreciate his work.

He wrote all of his radio shows himself, cranking out 26 episodes a year and almost died doing it because he suffered from hypertension. He is best remembered for his “feud” with Jack Benny, but he should be remembered for his feud with the network vice-presidents. Back then sponsors purchased the time and the ad agencies delivered the programs. If you went over your allotted 29:30 they simply cut you off and went to the next program. Fred’s one big deficiency was being unable to gauge how much laughter his jokes would get and would constantly be cut off.

And then he’d roast the network the following week. “NBC has a vice-president in charge of snipping off the ends of programs,” Allen quipped. “When he’s saved up two weeks worth of time they let him take a vacation.” Only America didn’t hear that because the network faded the feed and sent out 35 seconds of dead air. A couple of days later both Bob Hope and Red Skelton added VP jokes to their monologues and they, too, were cut off. For four days this continued on other programs until the network finally threw up its hands in surrender.

He wrote two books that are invaluable snapshots of early 20th Century American entertainment and both are available for free download because they have slipped into the public domain. The first, MuchAdoAboutMe, chronicles his days in vaudeville and his experiences in broadcasting are covered in Treadmill to Oblivion.

Here is my dad (don’t know why he’s wearing a blindfold) on his live TV show on ABC in probably 1949 or 1950 (when like three people had a TV). He loved Jack Benny and Fred Allen (didn’t know them personally).

Ok. Should I know of your father? And is that Harry Von Zell with him?

It might be von Zell not sure. It does look like him. There’s no reason you should know my dad. The details of the TV show are hazy for me because it started before I was born. Mom said she would take me to the studio with her, and that famous people had held me. They gave him a show that had something to do with live cartooning/sketching. I don’t even know the name of it. He went on to a career in advertising by the mid-50s.

EJHill (View Comment):I’m one of the few people who know and love Fred Allen. Satire doesn’t wear well throughout the years because the people and the circumstances around the jokes are fleeting. You have to be a historian to appreciate his work.

Bad radio voice, spotty delivery, absolutely delightful, and ahead of his time. Died walking his dog, I believe.

The other day I heard a “Duffy’s Tavern” he did, and wondered if he wrote his part. It has an absolutely filthy joke about his clarinet playing. And as far as your remark about satire and context, I wonder if modern audiences wondered why he got such a laugh when he described his occupation as “gasoline salesman.”

The one name that kept popping up was Dorothy Parker (1893-1967), the acid-tongued lady of the Algonquin Round Table fame.

I agree – she would have had a perky Twitter, but if she were around today it would be drearily political, yelling at the choir. Frankly, the Round Table sounds like hell – everyone burdened with the obligations of snark, Dot all brittle and tipsy, Benchley tired of her stocking-foot brushing his shin, Perelman sneering at the lot of them, FPA thinking “Well, I’m the only one of this lot who’s got a deadline today, best be off.”